Page 65 of Influence

My lips met hers in a deep, hungry kiss, and my tongue darted out to explore the tantalizing crevices between her pussy folds with fervent determination.

“Niko, God, yes!” she cried, her hands tangling in my hair as she finally shed her mask of denial. “More, please, deeper. I need your mouth so badly.”

I obliged her with unwavering passion, sucking, nibbling, and circling her tender clit with a rhythmic precision that matched the wild, uncontrolled movement of her writhing hips. I gripped her thighs, anchoring her as I devoured every drop of pleasure she offered.

Her skin felt impossibly smooth and warm against my tongue, and the pure, heady essence radiating from her center was intoxicating. Each moan resonated like a melody of sheer joy, confirming that I held the power to bring her to a state of blissful surrender.

I slid a finger inside her again, relishing the cry that burst from her lips as I increased the pressure on her sensitive clit.

My fingers thrusted in sync with my tongue as her tight, delicious pussy spasmed around them, drawing me deeper into her desire. She was so hot, so utterly soaked, so insatiably delicious that my cock swelled and pulsed, nearly ready to explode even before contact.

“Niko, please don’t stop, please,” she pleaded, her cries a sweet harmony to my ears.

In that surrender, the moment she fully accepted that her body, every curve, belonged to me, I felt an absolute certainty. Even if she tried to resist, her shudders and soft expressions of pleasure always confirmed the truth.

I plunged another finger into her, sliding it in and out of her tight, dripping cunt, her body screamed out its unspoken truth.

Laya desired me. Her entire being yearned for me. As she tumbled over the edge in a flood of spasming ecstasy, her pussy overflowing with sweet, intoxicating arousal, I knew that, despite her protests or any simmering anger between us, as long as we were united in that moment, we could overcome any storm.

The pulse between us was intimate and raw, a palpable, sensual bond that felt both genuine and unbreakable. In thatclimax, I realized that nothing could ever shake the foundation of our entwined souls.

Her thighs trembled as her pussy exploded in a final, overwhelming burst of pleasure. Seeing her body flush and shudder in ecstasy nearly sent me spiraling toward my own release, but I held back, determined and deliberate.

I needed to be inside my wife. I needed it right then.

I pulled my heated mouth away as she caught her breath, rising between her quivering thighs and positioning myself as I prepared to claim her completely. My cock throbbed, fierce, hungry, and insistent beyond measure.

“I can’t wait, Laya. I need to be inside you, now!” I roared my demand with madness that matched the insanity of the lust driving all of my thoughts.

The pressure of my cockhead against her slick, wet entrance suddenly made her cry out.

Her heated, fierce gaze met mine in that instant, and an undeniable charge filled the air. The slight lift of her chin revealed her strong determination, while her stunning face completely took me by surprise.

I had thought that after our wild passion, her defiant nature might have softened; yet here she was, still burning with an unyielding need to tear me apart.

I paused as fragments of the past hours raced through my mind. Just that morning, she had sent a single text that unleashed a storm in my heart and a mind revelation that continued to echo within me. Now, as she looked up at me with a mix of defiance and simmering anger, the moment felt almost overwhelming.

“Tell me!” I demanded, trembling with a raw, desperate need that nearly drove me to thrust into her again.

“What?” she snapped.

“Did you mean it?” I pressed, my emotions bubbling to the surface.

Her face twisted in confusion. “Mean what?”

I growled, shaking my head. “The damn text, Laya! Are you really in love with me?”

A sharp gasp escaped her, and for a fleeting moment, a hint of vulnerability shone through her fierce anger. But that spark was quickly smothered by her resolute defiance.

“And what if I was, Niko?” she replied.

Was that an admission? Why couldn’t we be honest?

We were acting like two scared kids.

In many ways, perhaps we were. This marriage thing was uncharted territory for the two of us.

“That’s exactly how it should be,” I murmured.

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